Hunting 101, Thursday

[likethegun]

"Hey guys, welcome to our last class," Sam said. "You can thank my past teachers for showing me that a written final isn't always necessary for a class. Instead, I want you guys to stock up on supplies and make yourselves a hunter's pack." He motioned to the table, which contained a decent size pile of salt canisters, matches, lighter fluid, and some blunt force weapons. Dean would have been so proud. There were also some exorcism sheets (with pronunciation guides) and diagrams of devil's traps now that the students would know what to do with them. "Take whatever you think you could use. Fandom hasn't always had the types of problems we've learned about, but you never know... which leads me to the second part of your final--" He pointed to a piece of paper on the end of the table. "Sign it if you agree, don't sign it if you don't, but it'd make me sleep better at night if you signed it. Then you're free to go, and have a great rest of the week, and break."

Library, Thursday (12/17)

[wildandbrave]

Finals week always made Cosette a little bit sad, but at least with the holidays coming up she had ample distractions, like planning what to do for Christmas at her father's. (He would have bread and water and sit mostly in the dark if left to his own devices, she knew that perfectly well. And that was not acceptable.)

Every so often she had to set aside her planning to swat at the bothersome mistletoe with a yardstick, but then she went right back to coming up with a menu and scheming to get decorations up around the house. There was no stopping the train of Cosette bringing the cheer once it really got rolling, especially around the holidays.

How To Get By In A Hostile World, Thursday

[suitably_heroic]

The class met in the Danger Shop this last time. It was set up as a giant chamber full of consoles and controls and screens and a giant window from which you could see the stars all around.

And then there was a desk, behind which Atton was sitting with his feet propped up on it because, duh, of course.

"Hey," he said. "I figure most of you deserve a passing grade just because this island hasn't killed you yet. You wanna shoot for the stars and get higher than passing, you can try and get off this space station. You don't, you can go home right now."

Beat.

"I'll buy free pizza for anyone who kills off the mistletoe while they're at it."